So, I adopted an impenetrabobble disguise.
But, as it turned out, it was actually quite penetrebobble, and the squirrel got the drop on me.
So I pointed to the east, and when Moose and Squirrel looked that way, Natasha and I went west.
But east is east and west is west, and the wrong one I had chose.
So, we hopped on a northbound train, using the aliases Oliver Klozoff and Amanda Hugginkiss.
But a sidewinder missile knocked the train off its tracks, off the bridge and into the piranha-infested river.
So we were relieved when the cow from the previous part of the story landed right next to us in the river inexplicably (although missing a few limbs and having sears on it sides,) and the piranhas started eating it instead.
But I couldn’t find Natasha anywhere.
So, I placed a personal ad on Craig’s List, hoping to find a new femme fatale sdekick.
But I only got responses from catfish, including one who was supposedly a Scottish paraplegic.
So I gave the Scottish parapalegic catfish a call and arranged a meeting.
But she didn’t show.
So I said screw it and headed home to feed my starving dog.
But my starving dog had eaten my cat.
So I made a note to get another cat from the pound later.
But the pound was ‘getting tired of this “dog ate my cat” nonsense’.
So they made me take a lie detector test.
But I failed on the question “Have you ever been arrested for loitering for the purposes of soliciting prostitution?”
Regards,
Shodan
So, I grabbed a random cat and ran for the door.
But the veterinarian grabbed a cat and pussywhipped me.